I won't cry [Song]

Uploaded by Reggaeville
I WON'T CRY
By Ronnie Davis

Darling, I found out long time ago
That you don't love me, not anymore
But I'll keep on loving you just the same
Oh, I, oh, I, I won't cry.

I won't cry, I won't shed a tear,
I'll keep on loving you year after year,
Even though you left me
Oh, I, oh, I, I won't cry.

Sometimes I'm worried over you [worried over you]
At times I don't know what to do
Darling, you give me heartaches and pain
And thought of you out with another man.

I won't cry, I won't shed a tear
I'll  keep on loving you year after year
Even though you left me
Oh, I, oh, I, I won't cry.

Sometimes I'm worried over you, yeh, yeah
Sometimes I'm worried over you [worried over you]
At times, I don't know what to do
Darling, you give me heartache and pain
And thought of you out with another man.

I won't cry, I won't shed a tear
I'll  keep on loving you year after year
Even though you left me
Oh, I, oh, I, I won't cry.

Oh, I, oh, I, oh, I, oh, I, I won't cry

Oh, I, I wont cry
Darling, please.
Oh, I, oh, I, I won't cry.

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance! ..............................................................................................................................


A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Ronnie Davis. Sing forever and joyfully in Zion.

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

Wiyathul [Song]

Uploaded by DramaticoMusic
WIYATHUL
By Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu
Sung in a Yolngu language

Uhm-hmmm........
Uhm-hmmm........

Märrma djiawurr näthinana,
nambawu larrunana Guwalilnawu
rirrakayunmina liyanydja milkarri,
nambawu larrunana Murrurnawu
roniyirri rirrakayyu. ya barrawajayu
Mutlwutjna galaniniyu.

Two scrub fowl crying out, looking for Guwalilna
the calls like woman crying, looking for Murrurnawu
the cries returning his mind to the jungles at Mutlwutjna.

Ga namba Guwalilna,
ga namba Warradika,
ga namba Yumayna.

oh place Guwalilna, 
Warradika, 
Yumayna.

Uhm-hmmm........
Uhm-hmmm........

Yä wulman näthinana, yä
dhiyanuna lanyindhu dhungunayu
yä bäpa Kamba-Djunadjuna,
miln'thurruna mayma Mayan-naraka
yä nändi manda, marrkapmirri manda,
nhumanydja nayathanana Ruypu Milinditj
yä nändi manda marrkapmirri manda,
nhumanydja näthiyana milnurr Burarrapu

Oh the old man cries, from the drink
oh dad Kamba-Djunadjuna, home Mayan-naraka bright in his mind
oh my two mums, beloved mums, hold Ruypu Milinditj
oh my two mums, beloved mums, cry for the sacred spring Burarrapu

yä namba guwalilna,
yä gunambal warradika,
yä namba Yumayna

oh place Guwalilna, 
Warradika, 
Yumayna.

Uhm-hmmm........
Uhm-hmmm........

Lyrics source and translation.
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A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu, for this beautiful song inspired by your love for your people and homeland. 

This song is not out of character. All of Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu's songs are consistently rich and soothing and come from a place of sincerity, of deep reflection and awareness. 

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

Mister World [Song]

Uploaded by Edward Spencer
MISTER WORLD
By Natasha Wilson

Recession, over population,
Political exploitation, repression of conversation
Mental delusion, moral dissipation,
Material illusion, cultural and racial segregation.

Oh, Mister World, have pity on poor man
Try and behold his life of frustration
Get to understand, a hungry man is an angry man
Social revolution is the only solution for this civilization.

The helpless exist under duress
In the fight for wealth and success, the jobless in utter distress
In a world like this, there is no forgiveness
Mostly greediness, selfishness, injustice and craziness.

Oh, Mister World, have pity on poor man
Try and behold his life of frustration
Get to understand, a hungry man is an angry man
Social revolution is the only solution for this civilization.

Detainment, unlawful arraignment,
Argument and disagreement, accident and disappointment
Crime and punishment, violent excitement
Sums up discontentment, detriment to guilty and innocent.

Oh, Mister World, have mercy on poor man
Try and behold his tears of frustration
Get to understand, a hungry man is an angry man
Social reconstruction is the only salvation for the new generation.

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance! ..............................................................................................................................


A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Natasha Wilson. Pondering the imponderable. Some of us live with the hope that before we leave this life, we will answer at least one of the big questions, even if only to our own satisfaction. In the mean time, we do whatever we can to sow and grow kindness and to ward off despair by holding high and triumphantly the glad tidings that good does persist.

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare